i don’t burn bridges
i let them fall to disrepair,
through disrespect and neglect
they lie fallow,
gathering carpets of moss
until i sigh quietly
and push them off into
the dark brackish water
where they drift slowly
into my past
a bipolar life
i don’t burn bridges
i let them fall to disrepair,
through disrespect and neglect
they lie fallow,
gathering carpets of moss
until i sigh quietly
and push them off into
the dark brackish water
where they drift slowly
into my past